I got one foot in the future
And one foot in the past
I’d rather just be in the moment
But I don't know how long it will last.

People tell me: “Use your head”
I’d rather put it up to the clouds
It is nice and cool and windy there
But sometimes it just confounds

People tell me: “Use your elbows”
So I hold one up to the breeze
I'm not so sure about the other one
Maybe you have an expertise?

Really don't have plans for the future
What will happen we will see
I’m running with my own two feet
And my elbows always level with me

A hard wind is blowing from the cold east
And one is coming from the west
And I am stuck here in the middle
And you are giving me the rest

When the days are getting colder
I am always on the run
Is that the devil on my shoulder?
Or guardian angels having fun